Ben's Poem


There’s a lizard in me.
With scales that shine like the biggest diamond on the crown.

And a sleek, shy tail like a wind chime gently blowing in the breeze.


It’s nervous legs cautiously sneak like a paper dart skidding along the concrete.


It hides for shade and rests under a big rock.

I t lives beneath my sole and occasionally the lizard comes out.

It makes me very cautious.


It makes me fell like hiding under a rock.




The lizard lives in me.

Ben Clayton.


Freefever.